Camping on Fly Island - the story
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So I thought I'd tell you guys about the camping trip me and Matt did a week ago. We had talked about doing a camping trip for a while, but it was hard to make time for it. I'm not going to say what it took to get some of Matt's shifts covered - Sweden isn't prepared for that. However, in some way, we managed to get the same days off work.
We didn't have a lot of time to plan the trip before so we ended up planning & packing everything the night before going. Around 2.30 am we finally finished packing and could go to bed for a few hours. We were suppose to pick the car up at 6 am so we only got 2,5 hours sleep. Brutal. It took us about 3 hours to reach our destination - Kawartha Lakes.
The canoeing started well. The sun was shining and we were both very happy to be away from the city for a while. Unlike how it works in Sweden (where you can camp kind of anywhere) we had to go to a particular spot. The "campsite booker" who in our case was Matt didn't bring a map of how to get there. So, we ended up canoeing around the whole lake, turning around, going back a bit, realizing we have to swallow our pride and ask a few people that we met of how to get there, realizing we already passed the place twice without noticing it, turning around and go back again. Finally we found the place where we would carry the canoe for about 200 m to reach the other lake where our camping island was located. We tried to carry the canoe on our heads with all our packing (because that is how real campers to according to Matt). BIG MISTAKE. It wasn't one of does lighter canoes made for being carried, oh no, this one was huge. But Matt wanted to be a real camper, so we tried and in some way the canoe fell over us and we got stuck underneath it and Matt were close to really hurt his neck. At the same time we laughed sooooo hard so we couldn't lift it. Lesson to self (or to Matt) Canoes are dangerous. Let's just hope no one saw us. (The most important part)
Well, eventually we got the canoe over to the other lake and started canoeing. We still didn't have a map, so we explored every part of the new lake too, until we FINALLY reached our camping site - the furthest one away. It had number 313. I will never forget that number.
At the first glimpse of the island (which we no more call just "the island", but FLY ISLAND, it didn't look too bad. But because of the super early morning, the long canoeing and the fact that we didn't bring enough water containers with us (which was my fault) made us pretty exhausted when reaching Fly Island. With other words, we needed some rest, water and food. Instead, we got a crazy rain storm, deer flies, black flies & mosquitos FROM HELL. The rain was really crazy, but it only lasted for a while. The flies were the worst. The upcoming 24 hours were pretty challenging, to say the least. At one point I said to Matt: "I could kill somebody right now and you're the only one who is here". It kind of describes the whole situation pretty good.
Next morning we packed our stuff and canoed back to the car. Lifting the canoe back up to the roof was not easy. We were exhausted from the last 24 hours and didn't have a lot of energy left. I'm not gonna go into details, but we were sooo close to drop the canoe on the car and damage it.
We felt like the worst campers ever.
On the way back I got to drive the car for while! It was my first time driving in Canada, which made Matt freak out a few times. Back in Toronto we did the only right thing to do - showered, BBQ some delicious stuff, drank a glass of wine and went to bed.
We slept like babies.
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We didn't have a lot of time to plan the trip before so we ended up planning & packing everything the night before going. Around 2.30 am we finally finished packing and could go to bed for a few hours. We were suppose to pick the car up at 6 am so we only got 2,5 hours sleep. Brutal. It took us about 3 hours to reach our destination - Kawartha Lakes.
The canoeing started well. The sun was shining and we were both very happy to be away from the city for a while. Unlike how it works in Sweden (where you can camp kind of anywhere) we had to go to a particular spot. The "campsite booker" who in our case was Matt didn't bring a map of how to get there. So, we ended up canoeing around the whole lake, turning around, going back a bit, realizing we have to swallow our pride and ask a few people that we met of how to get there, realizing we already passed the place twice without noticing it, turning around and go back again. Finally we found the place where we would carry the canoe for about 200 m to reach the other lake where our camping island was located. We tried to carry the canoe on our heads with all our packing (because that is how real campers to according to Matt). BIG MISTAKE. It wasn't one of does lighter canoes made for being carried, oh no, this one was huge. But Matt wanted to be a real camper, so we tried and in some way the canoe fell over us and we got stuck underneath it and Matt were close to really hurt his neck. At the same time we laughed sooooo hard so we couldn't lift it. Lesson to self (or to Matt) Canoes are dangerous. Let's just hope no one saw us. (The most important part)
Well, eventually we got the canoe over to the other lake and started canoeing. We still didn't have a map, so we explored every part of the new lake too, until we FINALLY reached our camping site - the furthest one away. It had number 313. I will never forget that number.
At the first glimpse of the island (which we no more call just "the island", but FLY ISLAND, it didn't look too bad. But because of the super early morning, the long canoeing and the fact that we didn't bring enough water containers with us (which was my fault) made us pretty exhausted when reaching Fly Island. With other words, we needed some rest, water and food. Instead, we got a crazy rain storm, deer flies, black flies & mosquitos FROM HELL. The rain was really crazy, but it only lasted for a while. The flies were the worst. The upcoming 24 hours were pretty challenging, to say the least. At one point I said to Matt: "I could kill somebody right now and you're the only one who is here". It kind of describes the whole situation pretty good.
Next morning we packed our stuff and canoed back to the car. Lifting the canoe back up to the roof was not easy. We were exhausted from the last 24 hours and didn't have a lot of energy left. I'm not gonna go into details, but we were sooo close to drop the canoe on the car and damage it.
We felt like the worst campers ever.
On the way back I got to drive the car for while! It was my first time driving in Canada, which made Matt freak out a few times. Back in Toronto we did the only right thing to do - showered, BBQ some delicious stuff, drank a glass of wine and went to bed.
We slept like babies.
e
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